There appears to be a rare sub-human species closely linked in Darwinian research to Neanderthal Man who’s only career option is to become a receptionist at GP surgeries across the country.

These people immediately turn into a cave man morphed into a traffic warden – possibly the most unpleasant example of sub-human excrement in society.

I have had the pleasure of accompanying my 82 year old mother on a trip to her caring GP surgery today and have encountered a typical GP receptionist which (if only) Damien Hurst were to cut in two and place in formaldehyde would send the art world into rapture looking at the words ‘Total Cunt’ running through the body like a stick of Brighton Rock.

‘Leave me alone and sit over there’ the cunt helpfully informs us as we arrive at 9.20 for her 9.30 appointment. Despite frequent reminders that we still have the misfortune of visiting their premises (and allowing the Practice to claim their Porsche money from HMG) and regularly being told to fuck off in all but words, lunch time rolls around and it is becoming clear that the cunts are going to fuck off to the pub having totally forgotten about us.

After 4 hours of waiting, a GP finally agrees to defer the pub lunch visit by 5 minutes and do a shit job of dealing with said Mum all the while we were having to put up with the stench of burning martyr.

Now I know why I personally avoid these places at all odds – I would be surprised if I have visited the fucking GP 3 times in the last 30 years – it really does feel that a slow and painful death is preferable to dealing with the god complex freak that sits behind the front desk.

Maybe next time I have to go there I will bring my shotgun…….

Nominated by Proper Cunt

The English

Biggest bunch of cunts the world has ever seen. They thought they ruled the world. They thought they were so superior and now they´re reaping the bounty of their arrogance. They took over Wales and Scotland but ending up being ruled by some of the biggest Celtic jerkoffs ever spawned – Lloyd George, Campbell-Bannerman, MacMillan, Douglas-Home, Blair, Brown. (Fortunately lesbian kick-boxer Ruth Davidson, about to give birth to a test tube sprog, has ruled herself out as the next leader because the puir wee lassie cannae cope wi´ the strain of replacing Theresa May.)

The English let a Scotsman called Haig who commanded the army in WWI become a hero back home by killing more Englishmen than Robert the Bruce, William Wallace and Bonnie Prince Charlie combined through his incompetence. And the English made him an earl!. Serves them right for ditching their Scottish Stuart overlords for a bunch of German princelings.
They also let all the other subject races flood into their country and now moan about it. Londonstan, Birminghamstan, Manchesterstan etc. They can´t even play the sports they invented like cricket, football and rugby.

BTW although I am a member of the SNP, love Nicola Sturgeon – and the European Union – and gave that poverty-stricken Alex Salmond a couple of bawbees for his legal defence, I like the ISAC site. Pity it is so anti-Scottish, anti-Irish and anti-Welsh. But what can you expect from a bunch of servile Saxons, descendants of Germans, who got their arses kicked by their French overlords and have never gotten over it?

Nominated by Dr Cameron

( Published in the interests of racial equality. We really don’t care what nationality you are – a cunt is a cunt. But especially the Scots 😉 )

I’d like to cunt the organ donation register and their ‘presumed consent’.
Before I get started, let me just state that of course I support the idea of saving children’s lives etc etc. I’m certain it’s all very worthy. However, how the fuck do they get dibs on my bits by default?
I am NOT happy.
I fail to understand the logic that states that unless I state otherwise my body will be plundered mercilessly. It’s my body! Mine! Sure, I don’t need those bits after I die – that’s not the point – I suppose that I’m annoyed at the rude nature of this assumption.
I’m British. Manners come first. You may very well be dying but you can still say please and thank you.
I am also bitterly disappointed that I have no options with regard to the harvest or the recipients. It’s all or nothing.
I do not support the idea that I work to pay taxes so that some people can spend their entire lives getting drunk, smoking, watching sky tv, dodging work and then when I die they get my organs as well? Talk about mind, body and soul. And what about evil cunts like george best getting two livers? That is well fucked up.
The system of presumed consent is in place in many countries, and does not yield consistent improvement in donorship. There are more factors than just whether or not you have organs going spare.
Anyway, I have put over my idea of selective donation to members of the transplant service and they were not impressed. No, not at all. The word “horrified” springs to mind.
I am getting the impression that wanting a say over what happens to my most treasured possession is a major no-no. I am also getting the impression that expressing my wishes aloud is putting me up there with the worst of humanity. Making me the most selfish of criminals.
The only way I can action any free will at all here, it would seem, is to deny everybody. That doesn’t make sense to me.
What if I wanted to deny members of the KKK my organs? Is that morally wrong?
What about if I wanted to deny convicted rapists and murderers my organs? Surely that’s ok?
People will say “fuck no, you can’t do that! What’s wrong with you? Where will it end?”
Where will it end? There is no end. If somebody wants to deny anyone their organs they already have that choice.
It would appear that there is a major problem singling people out. I don’t understand it myself, but there you go.
This is probably going to turn into yet more proof that I am, indeed, a cunt.

Nominated by Cuntflap